Dryden Disaster: Arbor Family Tales
Story by Keahi19
This will be a set of stories that meld together, but could in their own right be one shots if they needed to be. It's the tale of a family that lives about 5 years after the disaster. There will be a post I will put for the character list later, but right now I wanted to get this up.
Warning: There is loli in some of this as well as other things that some might find disturbing. All of these are for the story and none of them are for anyone to go beyond. Also all of these will be posted only after approved by cuteycindyhoney. One I had to make a little change, but Chapter 1 has mostly been approved and I'll make sure that I put it up shortly. So, hope everyone has fun and enjoys. Yep.
Alright I have included Chapter 1 because it was edited according to Cuteycindy honey's statement and since I am waiting for Chapter 2, I'll put this up.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1: School
The little alarm next to his bed started to ring, his head turning a little to the side as he looked at it. His groggy eyes blinked as he tried to lean down. The arm was too short to reach as he tried to whack it with his foot. The little arms that rung the bell suddenly vibrated, making it fall on the floor and hit the ground.
Thomas looked around his room, moving to look at the ceiling right above his bunk bed. It was a Wednesday. His head throbbed from the alarm as he climbed the narrow stairs of the beds, falling slightly onto the cool wood floor of his room.
He turned towards his bunkmate, Ophelia, laid on her bed splayed out. He gently started to shake her. The alarm never woke Ophelia up because she always seemed to be a deep sleeper. “Ophelia.” He said as he continued to try to shake her awake.
The young girl’s hands wrapped around his neck, giving him a firm kiss on the cheek. “EEK! Ophelia stop it.” Thomas said as he fell backwards on the floor as he wiggled out of her grip. That was something that she often liked to do to him. A month from 6 years old Thomas was almost a year older than Ophelia. But, she was still taller than him, and like her father had both downstairs. He remembered a little bit from when they were younger and they’d bathed together.
Ophelia was Thomas’s half-sister from their “Aunt.” She was really a mistress of his mother that had moved with them out west. Natalie hadn’t moved her daughter into her home next door because the entire family support system that the Arbors had was much easier for Ophelia to grow up in; not that Natalie didn’t spend half her time at their house anyways.
Ophelia started to get dressed as she kissed his cheek again. There are many times that she was told by her friends at school that she shouldn’t like her half-brother, or keep saying that she was going to marry him. A lot of mothers, especially out here were saying that she should try and find someone else. But, she wouldn’t leave her older brother.
Thomas didn’t think about that as he stared into space. It was something that he did very often whenever he had to go to school. Ophelia thought that it might be because he didn’t want to go. It had been a few months ago since they had moved out west and things were very different from where they originally lived.
He knew that it was an important move because his father had started a new job where he was directing a new foundation, but he wasn’t sure what it might be. His father and mother had stayed together despite his mother’s relationship with Aunt Natalie.
“So are you going to stay that way?” Ophelia looked at him as she was finishing getting dressed for school. He didn’t want to go to school. Maybe he could pretend to be sick, but he knew that would only postpone things.
Quickly he started to get dressed in his normal clothes. They weren’t going to private school yet like his older sisters and brother had. Instead they were going to public school first. Despite that he still wanted to skip, though as he thought about it, Ophelia would probably end up spilling the beans. Or she might get in a fight. That wouldn’t have done at all.
The scent of toast filled the house as the two children walked down the stairs. Their mother Deana always prepared breakfast for the children before they went out to school. At the same time it was normal for Lawrence to get home first and take care of dinner. They alternated the routines. At the same time breakfast was always more hectic as the children grabbed their food from the table.
Both Thomas and Ophelia would often try and sit down for a few minutes as Janet and Lena would grab their food and run out the door; their plaid skirts rustling against their legs.
Deana noticed that her son was moving a little sluggishly. He seemed so lost in thought, making her worried as a 6 year old should not be that concerned. “Are you alright honey?” She asked as she leaned down next to her son.
Thomas lied. “I am doing alright mommy.” He plastered a smile on his face. He didn’t like lying to his mother; she was very sweet a
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